Bad and Worse.
On occasion, my anxiety gets the best of me. It’s little things, compounded, and the usual issues become impossible to see without narrowing the scope. They’re exaggerated. A mountain out of a molehill, etc.
It’s not necessarily uncommon. I like to believe everyone has bad days. Bad being unmanageable, out of character, and generally miserable for everyone involved. Worse days, of course, should be limited. Only a few and only as life throws them at us.
I think I’m headed for worse days. Healthwise, the early signs are being unkind. I’m not entirely certain, but…
Call it a hunch.
At least I’m making mediocre progress on NS. That’s something, right? As the idiom goes, better than nothing.
Cheers, Kat